It is my Gramma Betty’s 94th birthday today. In my mind, she still has jet black curly hair and greeted us grandkids at the top of her stairs by letting us jump into her arms as she caught us in a hug. I remember her always having oatmeal raisin cookies in her ceramic cookie jar. She told me the trick to plump raisins was to soak them in boiling water first, and to only use Crisco to keep the cookies soft. She drove a Carolina blue Cadillac with plush blue interior. I can still feel the material and smell the new car smell mingled with her English tea rose perfume from the back seat. My first sleepover with her and Poppy, we went to the material store and bought a dress pattern. We sewed a dress that I almost was afraid to wear, because it was so special to me. She still sews, has learned to watercolor and swim in her 90’s, but doesn’t drive anymore. Life seems to speed up as we age, which is so unfortunate because when we’re children, we treat life and the people around us like they’ll last forever.